#kuralacing

[kuralace]

Captive in the dark.

Summary: A hypothetical thought; you've always wondered what it felt like to only feel. And to not see. But to Sylus's understanding, he may have taken it into a.. suggestive way.

Warnings: Smut with no plot sort of , Blindfold, petnames, fluff, praise kink if you squint

You were sitting on the bed of the penthouse, as Sylus sits on the side of the bed. The silence was deafening so you decided to say something.. hypothetical and totally random. " Sy, have you ever wondered what it's like to feel and not to see? " You spouted, Sylus looks at you dumbfounded as he actually thought of the question. " No.. at least as far as I remember. "

You nod of awkwardness as his mouth curled upward. " Do you want to know, Sweetie? " Curious about what he said, you nodded reluctantly. What could he mean by that, and of course being the curious lady you are. You wanted to know how Sylus took your statement.

" Close your eyes, sweetie. " He said, his voice hoarse as you did what he told you. You closed your eyes slowly as you felt a pair of soft fabric on your eye. " Wha- " you were cut off by Sylus shushing you. " Lay back down, let me take care of you. " You then realized what he was about to do at the last minute as you felt your clothes being removed piece by piece. " Sy-! " You yelped as you felt the cold air coming in contact with your exposed cunt; nipples hardening at the cold air. You felt his slender fingers sliding its way to your wet folds. " S-Sy, mhmp- wait! " You protest, this was not what you were expecting. " You continue to protest, Kitten. Yet you're aroused? " He chuckled darkly as he placed a finger into your dripping hole. Pushing in and out as his thumb went its way to your clit, moving circles on it.

" O-oh, fuck! S-sy! " You moaned as you attempted to clutch on his biceps. Your legs practically shaking from how deep his fingers were, and that they continued to hit the spots just right. The room was filled with moans and screams of pleasure soon enough. You quiver at his touch and by the time he was finished, you messed up the sheets with your slick.

" Ready? " He said as you heard him tear a condom, or you hope you did. You nod as you continued to pant, you haven't even been on the main part yet you felt so worn up. " Ah ah, words. Sweetie, I want to hear from you. " You rolled your eyes even if you know he can't see your sass. "please Sy, need you already " you whined. " Need what exactly? Be specific sweetheart. " He said, he enjoyed making you whine, and he definitely enjoyed teasing you more. " Please Sy, need you inside me. N-need your.. cock. " You said, mumbling the last part. It was already embarrassing as it is. " What did you say? I didn't quite catch that. " You swore after this, you were going to k!ll him. " Fuck.. I need your cock please Sy, it hurts already. " He hummed in approval as he slowly coated his tip with your slick. Pushing in slowly, he groaned at the tightness as you whined and held onto his back for dear life. " Fuck.. After all of the time i've fucked you, your pussy is still this tight. Hm? " When he knows you've taken enough, he continues to thrust, thrust and thrust. The room was then again filled with moans, groans and screams. You've sworn that everyone in the building could hear you screaming his name over and over again. As he thrust rhythmically. After a while, you both began to feel a knot in your stomach. " Sy! 'm gonna-! " You whined, your hand on his back as he continued to thrust into your dripping cunt. " F-fuck, oh.. you close baby? Come. Come for me, sweetie. " After a few more thrust you released the pent up knot on your stomach. He still hasn't come as he continued to pound into your sore hole. " S-so fucking tight, sweetie. 'm gonna.. " He groaned as he continued to thrust into your poor pussy. You definitely won't be going to missions tomorrow that's for sure. " S-Sy, please! " You whined as he shoots his thick, hot white liquid into you. He pulled out and threw the condom away. Taking off the blindfold he kissed your forehead as he cleaned you up and you felt your eyes close. " Rest well, sweetie. You did so good. " And at that. The night ended.

Bonus:

Luke and Kieran were hanging out on the couch of the building. As Kieran spoke. " We should invest in earplugs soon. " Kieran scoffs " Agreed " followed by Luke who was dumbfounded.

Hello Dearies~

『 🎞️ 』 It has been a while since i've showed up with a fic so enjoy some Sylus Smut! I hope you enjoyed reading the fic and I would be making more smut fics in the future or what not 👀

[canines-alter-creation]

Can we have a level three alter Based off this mood board.

Just make them a dollkin then you can choose everything else by the way ^_^

Hi! That moodboard is super cute!! And reminds Me+ of one of the first alter packs I+ did so I'm+ gonna steal some of the inspo from that one! I+ hope you like it and that it's helpful!!

Pack below cut ^^

> Name(s): Angel, Frog, Moss, Dove, Darling, Lady, Rose, Lavender, Magenta, Clarissa, Dessy/Destiny,

> Pronoun(s): she/zhe/sh★/star/st★r/bright/love/luv/★s/kidcore/crayon/color/pink/silly/doll/it⭐/💖/💝/💕/🩷/🫰🏻/🫶🏻/

> Age: ageless but presents perma adult!

> Gender: Dollgender, lacefemic, amoncitte, starbeadic, sprinklesjoyic, pawthing, rainbowcraystar, kuralace

> Sexuality: I wasn't super sure to put here! Maybe zhe's panrose and equally attracted to all!

> Role: Soother, mood booster

> Source: alterblogic /brainmade

Faceclaims:

> Sign-offs: 💖,💝,💕,🩷,🪀,🧸,🌈, 🫧

> Moodboard: [see above]

> Song theme:

> Front triggers(pos/neg/neu):

+ bright colors, sidewalk chalk, stickers, decora fashion,

/ dollkin stuff, other dollkins

- being touched without consent, the body being stressed out, broken dolls

> Likes/dislikes:

+ bright colors, balloons, bubbles, frogs, cutesy animals, making friends, nostalgiacore, lockdowncore, 2020core, decora fashion

- people posing or touching her without permission, being made fun of for fashion trends, dark or grim colors

> Personality: very friendly and outgoing, somewhat bubbly, can sometimes be a lot to be around, loves making friends and meeting new people, loves going online, scrapbooking and simple gift making, likes bringing everyone up and uplifting the atmosphere

> ways they do their role: might be soothing or cheerful to be around, taking care of others by giving them a more positive outlook! Might put on cheerful or comforting cartoons and media to soothe and mediate the body. May be encouraging of trying new fashion trends or ideas!

> Inner world occupation or behavior: may be stationary, or prefer to live in a tiny "dollhouse" version of a house! May show friendship by allowing others to pose or place h★r places

> Possible outerworld behavior: due to being a dollkin, she might not move around a whole lot! Preferring to be stationary, she may take in colorful and calming media or engage with people online who ★ likes, zhe might find it easier to make friends with other dollkins or with people who are more lockdown core.

[kuralace]

Judgement.

Contains: Possessive, profanities, mentions of abduction, arranged marriage. A bit of ooc sylus

Pairs: Mafia!Sylus x reader

A few months ago, your family traded you into a powerful mafia boss; for your own family business to grow. Some say the man was as ruthless as he looked. He won't hold back no matter the reason or situation.

When the marriage was arranged and you were officially his wife. It became hard for the both of you, deep down. Sylus wanted to make this work for the both of you yet. His brutal upfront and independence to keep the organization going prevented him from ever giving you the genuine love and respect you have always longed for in a relationship.

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You were currently laying down on the king-sized bed; looking at the ceiling and deep in thought. You heard a muffled voice in the hallway, you rose from your satin silked bed as you crept up the hallways quietly. Seeing Sylus talking with a man who seemed to be discussing business. You hid on one of the pillars that was near the hallway as you carefully listened in their conversation.

" Mr. Sylus, shall we engage in an event for tonight? " Spoke the man wearing a tuxedo. I couldn't picture his face, it was a bit dim and only the candles lit gave light to the hallway.

" And what might the event be? " Spoke Sylus, he looked.. strictly professional as always. " An auction event, Mr. Sylus " The man in the tuxedo spoke. I could've sworn Sylus's lips curled upward barely.

Soon enough, the man in the tuxedo was out of sight. Sylus's gaze turned to the pillar that I was hiding at. My heart raced as I placed a hand on my mouth to shut my heavy breathing. Sylus turned to the pillar and began walking, he had an idea on who it was. He looked down on me and crossed his arms. " And what is your business here? " He spoke coldly. He grinned at me like a helpless kitty. " I.. I had no business here, I simply was curious since I heard a muffled voice in the hallway. " I spoke calmly, gaining my composure as I stood up and looked at him.

" Curiosity killed the cat. " He states, you huff in disagreement. " I shall be going now. " But before you could take a step, he grabbed your wrist tightly and pulled you to face him. " Come to the auction with me, dress nicely. " You hadn't had time to react before he disappeared out of sight.

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Then, the night came. You got dressed comfortably but made sure it was still appropriate. It was an auction after all, many professionals and elderly are going to be present and you tried your hardest to look presentable. Being Sylus's wife and all.

The time had passed before I heard a roaring engine. It was Sylus, and his.. motorcycle? You tilt your head in confusion but you obliged and got on. Holding on to his waist. The skin felt good against your skin, the atmosphere may be awkward when you were with him at times but during times like these. You felt calm and contented.

By the time you reached the auction place, it was already midnight. You suppose it was the appropriate time. The dim hallways of marble and black finishes are lightly tapped against your feet.

" I assume you know how to act in these situations? " His voice echoed through your head the soon you were left alone looking for items at the auction place. Not until a man approached you, he seemed to be in his mid thirties. He lightly grasped your hand against his and gave your knuckle a short kiss. You were baffled inside but kept a good impression on the outside. You gave him a forced smile, keeping the conversation up and giggling at his.. supposedly funny jokes and statements. Little did you know, a cold gaze sharply looked at the man you were talking to.

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In the middle of the night, the sound of muffled yelling echoed into hallways and into another room. You quietly and carefully rose yourself from the satin bed, and crept out of the bedroom. The dim hallways were awfully quiet at this time of the night.

You followed the muffled yelling, and it eventually led to Sylus's office. Sylus made it very clear to you that you may not step into the office, you protested and told him that you were his wife and you had the right, he shrugged it off and made it painfully clear that it still is forbidden to step inside. All of his documents, information, and business are held there with tight security. If it were placed in the wrong hands, the organization would crumble to the ground.

As you quietly approached Sylus's office door, you lightly creaked it open, only to hear him talk on the phone in a very frustrated manner. " I will not tell you again, that man needs to be abducted, tell them it is personally requested by me " Sylus states in a very direct, and frustrated matter. " That pitiful man just couldn't get his fucking hands off of my wife. "

『 🎞️ 』 Hello, dearies! New Sylus fic because i'm obsessed with him. That man is my roman empire. I was thinking of making this a series, i'll make the continuation soon dw. Anyways I might hit everyone up with a Bleach or Naruto fic soon 👀👀

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[kuralace]

Caught

Contains: Profanities, possessive Sylus, mentions of being unfaithful, suggestive, A bit of ooc Sylus

Pairs: Mafia!Sylus x reader

Sylus was pacing all over the floor, clenching his fist so hard his knuckles turned white. "You find him, and I don’t care if you do, just make him suffer for it. You do not touch what's mine clearly." Sylus exclaims at his phone with pure irritation in his voice.

Suddenly, faint footsteps caught his ear. Sylus's head slightly turned in the direction of the door. Sylus's facial expression hardened. Sylus then placed the phone on the table, and silently stepped towards the door. A look of anger and irritation was clear on his face. Sylus firmly, and quietly grabbed the doorknob and pushed it open further.

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To no surprise, he saw you. His little wife eavesdropping on his conversation. Sylus leaned against the doorframe, looking irritated. His arms were crossed, and his face was unamused. “What part of ‘you’re forbidden to step inside here’ do you not understand? Hm?” Sylus stated in a mocking tone. You couldn't let your guard down, at least not around him. So you stood up and faced him, your confidence betraying the way your hand was sweating and heart beating fast.

“ I j-just happened to pass by. ” Your voice falters at the mere sight of his gaze on you. His gaze is hard and you thought you'd melt at the sight. Sylus stepped closer to you, looking down at you with a harsh gaze. “ Don’t play stupid with me. You knew exactly where you were headed. You wanted to see what I was doing didn’t you? Hmm? ” You stood there, not knowing what to say. Only a whine escaped your quivering lips. Sylus's annoyance towards you only grew. In a sudden motion, Sylus pinned you against the wall with a thump. Sylus's left hand held your waist, while his right hand tightly gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“You’re acting like a spoiled, disobedient little wife. That’ll end real quick.” He gazed down at you. You knew you had to make up a reason so you could escape his deadly gaze. But every time you make a choice to look at him. Your resolve only falters. Finally, you made a choice to speak up. You weren't getting anywhere with playing coy. “I- I told you I just happened to pass by is all.” “Stop making up excuses.” Sylus says in an authoritative tone. His grip on you tightened even more. The cold feeling of his wedding band pressed against your skin. Sylus had you completely trapped against him.

“You can lie to your friends, the servants, and everyone. But you will not lie to me. I always know when you’re not telling the truth.” Sylus scoffed and leaned in closer, his hands still gripping you tightly. He leaned in so close, you could feel the cold breath brush across your face.

“First, you don’t listen to me. Second, you eavesdropped on me and my.. business partners previous conversation. Third, you wander inside my office, when I made it very clear to keep out. What’s next? Hm? You must like eavesdropping on people. No?” You scoffed in disagreement as you opened your mouth to speak up. Though you felt his fingers tickle the tip of your tongue. Your cheeks flushed red as you held his wrist tight. " Get your hands off of me. " You exclaimed in annoyance. His grin got wider. Sylus found it amusing how you were desperately trying to get out of his grasp. Sylus found it even more amusing that you actually thought he was going to listen to your pathetic pleas.

“No, I don’t think I will do that. I’m holding you, exactly where you need to be held. I’m teaching you a valuable lesson about what happens when you wander where you’re not supposed to.” You whined and attempted to shove his hands away.

“ Fine! I.. I heard a muffled yell so I was curious and I went to check it out. To not my surprise. It led to your room. ” A smirk formed on Sylus's face. A mocking scoff left his mouth as his face got even closer to yours.

“So you’re now a snoop. Wonderful.” Sylus says in a sarcastic tone.” He held your legs and wrapped it around his waist. Pinning you against the wall.

“ Why don't I teach you— my little wife. A lesson on what happens to people who snoop, hm? ”

『 🎞️ 』 Continuation of "Judgement" the previous Sylus fic I made. Don't worry, i'll make this a series. And i'm thinking of making the next part a bit lot spicy xx 👀👀

[kuralace]

When I was yours.

Contains: Angst, slightly suggestive if you squint, swearing, mentions of cheating.

Part 2?? 💃🏻

『🎞️』 I am aware that the color coding doesn't fit my blog, but my only reason is that Kaji is so blue coded 💃🏻

It was a misunderstanding. No, wait. Was it? These thoughts clouded your mind as your gaze falls on to your beloved boyfriend who was talking to a woman. Unbeknownst to you, her lips falls on to his as you stood there bewildered. Kaji's eyes immediately gazes on your figure. You didn't give him time to speak, let alone let your eyes fall onto his. As you turned your heel and ran, tears clouding your sight.

Immediately, you hear footsteps behind you as you didn't dare to look back. Hearing a deep voice speak softly to you.

" Hey, y/n. Are you alright? I was passing by and I saw you ran here, isn't Kaji with you? "

Hiragi spoke, the sound of Kaji's name making you cry out. Hiragi stood there dumbfounded, placing his hand on your head whilst placing it on his chest.

" Jeez, did you two fight? " He spoke softly, whilst you continued to cry out to him. Only incoherent words leaving your mouth.

Seeing you crying, Kaji ran after you; chasing only ended up with him seeing you with Hiragi. He wouldn't admit it before, but he always got jealous whenever you and Hiragi are interacting, rather. He thought that you both are just friends and nothing is going on. All of the reassurance faded once he saw you with HIM. Of all people.

He followed you both closely; and suddenly grabbing your wrist and pulled you away. A small gasp leaving your mouth. Hiragi attempted to pull you away from the blonde males grasp but it was no use.

" Fucking leave the two of us alone. " He mouthed, Hiragi had no choice but to bite back. Seeing as you were uncomfortable with the whole scenery playing right before your eyes.

" Look, man. You're clearly hurting her- " He spoke, gritting his teeth. " Mind your own fucking business " The blonde male had enough as he stared Hiragi down. You never expected it to go this way as you pulled Kaji away. Scared of the possibilities this could end up in.

Ever since that certain incident happened, you haven't had the courage to face Kaji. The guilt you always felt after checking his profile picture to see if he messaged you about anything. The guilt that you feel for yourself when you are desperate for him. When you were still in love with him despite that incident. The guilt is still there whenever you both locked eyes, whenever you both brushed past each other. When you still look at him with fascination, with hope in your eyes. Desperate to make yourself believe that it was all an accident, like he said.

An accident, he said.

Just thinking about it gives you a headache. Now here you are, sitting on your bed as you scroll through your phone with multiple texts from Kaji. Ever since you caught him in the act, he wouldn't stop bothering you. Until this one message gave you doubts.

Kaji: It was a misunderstanding.

Kaji: please

No.. wait, was it?

『 🎞️ 』 That's it, literally. Or I might just maybe make a part two of this who knows, since I don't have quite the motivation to do all of it in one go, I MAYBE just maybe will make a part two of how the climax will go. Since what I wrote now is certainly boring to say the least. But still, thank you for reading!

[kuralace]

Meddle.

『 🎞️ 』 I'm finally back from my break, and have the energy to make fics~

『 🎞️ 』 Monster!Sylus x Reader, slight angst, fluff. Jealousy

The air in the N-109 Zone felt thick, heavy with tension and the metallic scent of rust. I stood on the precipice of an old dock that jutted into the murky waters, the moonlight casting a silvery sheen on the waves. My heart raced as I contemplated the decision that had brought me here. Sylus had been missing for weeks, and whispers of his return stirred the underbelly of this lawless place.

“Y/n, are you sure about this?” A voice broke through my thoughts. It was Caleb, his brow furrowed in concern, arms crossed tightly over his chest.

“Caleb, I—” I hesitated, searching for the right words. “I need to see him. He needs to know I’m here.”

Caleb scoffed, shaking his head. “You don’t understand. Sylus is not the same person you remember. He’s a monster, Y/n. He built this empire on blood and betrayal. You think you can just waltz back into his life?”

I turned to him, frustration bubbling up. “And you think you know him better? You left, Caleb! You became a pilot for the Deepspace Aviation Administration and abandoned us. You don’t know what he’s been through.”

“Don’t act like I didn’t have my reasons,” he shot back. “You think I wanted to leave you two behind? I did it to survive. To protect you.”

“Protect me? Or protect yourself from your own demons?” I snapped. “You’re still running, Caleb. Just like you did when we were kids.”

He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a low growl. “And what about you? Are you running towards him? Or into the fire?”

I glanced away, the weight of his words settling heavily in my chest. The truth was, my feelings for Sylus had only intensified during his absence. The thrill of danger, of darkness, drew me to him like a moth to a flame. “I need to find him. I need to know if he’s still alive.”

Caleb ran a hand through his hair, exasperated. “You’re playing with fire, Y/n. What happens if he’s not the same Sylus you remember? What if he’s turned against you?”

“I won’t know until I see him.” I took a deep breath, steeling my resolve.

Caleb sighed, the fight leaving him. “Fine. But I’m coming with you. I won’t let you face this alone.”

As we ventured deeper into the N-109 Zone, the shadows grew longer, and the air crackled with unspoken tension. We moved through the remnants of an old industrial complex, the walls lined with graffiti that told stories of rebellion and despair. Each step echoed against the concrete, the sound mingling with the distant hum of machinery.

“Do you hear that?” Caleb paused, his eyes narrowing.

I strained to listen, the low thrum of engines vibrating through the ground. “It sounds like… ships?”

“Exactly.” Caleb’s voice was taut. “We’re getting close to the heart of Onychinus.”

With every step, my pulse quickened. I had heard tales of Sylus’s power and influence in the N-109 Zone, but nothing could prepare me for the reality. A flash of movement caught my eye, and I turned to see a figure silhouetted against the smoky backdrop.

“Y/n?” The voice was familiar, sending a shiver down my spine.

“Sylus!” I called out, rushing forward, but Caleb grabbed my arm, halting me. “Wait.”

“Let me go!” I tugged against his grip. “I need to talk to him!”

“Y/n, you don’t know what he’s become. He’s dangerous.” Caleb’s grip tightened.

But the moment I saw Sylus step into the light, all thoughts of caution vanished. He was just as I remembered—dark hair tousled, those piercing blue eyes that held secrets I longed to uncover. Yet there was something different about him; an edge of ruthlessness that hadn’t been there before.

“Y/n,” he said, his voice a low growl, sending a thrill through me. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“I had to find you,” I breathed, taking a step closer. “I was worried. Everyone said you were dead.”

“I’m not dead,” he snapped, his eyes flicking to Caleb standing protectively behind me. “But I wish I could say the same for him.”

“Easy, Sylus.” Caleb’s voice was calm, but I could see the tension coiling between them. “We’re just here to talk.”

“Talk?” Sylus scoffed, crossing his arms. “You think I want to discuss anything with a coward who ran away?”

“Stop it!” I shouted, stepping between them. “This isn’t about you two. It’s about us. Sylus, I’ve missed you.”

His expression softened for a moment before hardening again. “Missed me? Or missed the idea of me? You don’t know what I’ve done to survive.”

“Then tell me!” I pleaded, my heart racing. “Tell me what you’ve become.”

“I’ve built something, Y/n.” He gestured to the shadows surrounding us. “Something powerful. And it demands loyalty.”

“Loyalty?” Caleb laughed bitterly. “To what? A throne built on blood?”

“Shut up, Caleb!” I snapped, my frustration boiling over. “This is not your fight!”

“It’s everyone’s fight, Y/n!” Caleb shouted back. “You don’t get to choose who you love without considering the consequences!”

I turned to Sylus, my heart aching at the distance between us. “What do you want from me?” I asked softly, my voice trembling. “I just want to understand.”

Sylus’s gaze bore into mine, his expression inscrutable. “I want you to understand that I am not the boy you knew. This world has changed me.”

“Then let me help you.” I stepped closer, my heart pounding in my chest. “I want to be with you, Sylus. No matter what that means.”

Caleb’s face twisted in anger. “Y/n, don’t! You’re playing with fire, and you’ll get burned!”

But Sylus’s eyes softened as he took a step toward me. “You’re serious, aren’t you?” His voice was low, almost vulnerable.

“I am,” I whispered, my resolve firm. “I want to stand by your side, no matter what it takes.”

A flicker of something passed through Sylus’s gaze—was it hope? Regret? “You have no idea what you’re asking for, Y/n.”

“Then show me,” I urged. “Take me into your world. Let me see who you’ve become.”

Caleb stepped forward, desperation in his voice. “Y/n, please. You don’t know what he’s capable of!”

Sylus’s expression hardened. “Stay out of this, Caleb.”

“Enough!” I shouted, the tension between the three of us reaching a boiling point. “I’m tired of this! I’m tired of being afraid!”

Caleb opened his mouth to argue, but I turned my back on him, facing Sylus fully. “I’m not afraid of you. I’m afraid of losing you again.”

For a moment, the world fell away as Sylus’s gaze locked onto mine. “Then come with me,” he said, his voice raw. “If you’re willing to stand beside me, you need to see what I’ve built—and what I’m willing to do to protect it.”

I hesitated, glancing back at Caleb, who looked torn between anger and concern. “Caleb….”

“Y/n, don’t do this,” he urged, his voice strained. “You don’t know what you’re getting into.” He can't help but let his jealousy get to him.

“I know enough,” I replied, my heart racing. “I know that I love him.”

Caleb’s expression shattered. “Love? You think this is love? Sylus is a tyrant, Y/n. He’ll use you just like he’s used everyone else.” His voice strained as he raised his voice.

“Maybe that’s what I deserve,” I said, my voice steady. “Maybe I want to be used by him.”

“Y/n!” Caleb’s voice cracked. “You’re better than this!” He can't believe what you were trying to say—hoping that you were joking, his hands clutched.

But Sylus stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. “Then make your choice, Y/n. Choose to step into my world, or walk away and never look back.”

I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the decision pressing down on me. This was it—the moment everything could change. I glanced at Caleb, his face a mixture of hurt and anger, then back at Sylus, whose expression held a promise of danger and excitement.

“I choose you,” I said, my voice unwavering.

Sylus’s gaze softened, and for the first time, I saw a flicker of something warm in his eyes. “Then let’s go.”

Caleb stepped back, disbelief etched across his features. “Y/n…you don’t know what you’re doing.”

But I didn’t look back. I took Sylus’s hand, feeling the heat radiating from him, and together we stepped into the shadows of the N-109 Zone, leaving behind the safety of what once was.

***

The deeper we went into the heart of Onychinus, the more I felt the weight of Sylus’s world pressing down on me. The corridors were lit by flickering neon signs, casting eerie shadows against the concrete walls. The air was thick with the scent of oil and smoke, blending with the distant sounds of machinery whirring and heavy machinery clanking.

“Welcome to my kingdom,” Sylus said, a hint of pride in his voice.

I looked around, trying to process the enormity of it all. “It’s…bigger than I imagined.”

“It’s everything I’ve built,” he replied, his tone shifting to something more serious. “And everything I’m willing to protect.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, curiosity piquing despite the unease settling in my stomach.

He turned to face me, his expression intense. “There are those who want to take it from me. Those who would rather see me dead than in control.”

“Are you in danger?” I asked, concern flooding my voice.

Sylus smirked, but there was a darkness behind it. “Danger is part of the game, Y/n. But with you by my side, I feel…stronger.”

“You think I can help?” My heart raced at the thought.

He stepped closer, his breath warm against my skin. “You can help me stay grounded. But it also means you’ll need to become a part of this world—completely.”

“What does that entail?” I asked, fear coursing through me.

“Loyalty,” he said simply. “You’ll need to stand by me, no matter what comes our way. This isn’t a game; it’s survival.”

I nodded, determination filling me. “I’m ready.”

“Are you?” Caleb’s voice echoed from the shadows, causing us both to turn. He had followed us, his eyes narrowed in anger. “You’re making a mistake, Y/n.”

“No, I’m making a choice,” I countered, my voice steady.

“Choosing a monster over a friend,” he spat. “Good luck with that.”

“Caleb, don’t do this,” I warned, frustration bubbling to the surface. “You can’t keep trying to protect me from everything.”

“I’m not trying to protect you from everything,” he shot back, his voice rising. “I’m trying to protect you from him!”

Sylus stepped forward, his expression cold. “You’re out of your depth, Caleb. This isn’t your fight anymore.”

“Maybe not,” Caleb said, his jaw clenched. “But I won’t let you drag Y/n down with you.”

“Enough!” I shouted, the words echoing off the walls. “This is my decision, and you both need to respect it!”

Caleb’s expression shifted, hurt flickering in his eyes. “Y/n…”

“Please, Caleb,” I said softly. “I need you to trust me.”

He hesitated, uncertainty etched across his face. “I can’t just stand by and watch you make this mistake.”

“It’s my mistake to make,” I replied firmly.

Sylus moved closer, wrapping an arm around my waist, pulling me against him. “You should leave now, Caleb. Before you regret staying.”

Caleb’s eyes darkened, anger boiling beneath the surface. “You think you can keep her safe? You’re just a tyrant, Sylus.”

“Enough,” Sylus said, his voice low and dangerous. “This is my world. You don’t belong here anymore.”

Caleb glared at him, fists clenched. “I won’t let her become another pawn in your game.”

“Then you should go,” I said, my voice steady. “You’re not going to change my mind.”

With a final glare, Caleb stepped back, his shoulders tense. “I hope you know what you’re doing, Y/n.”

“I do,” I replied, watching him retreat into the shadows. The moment he vanished, I turned to Sylus, the tension between us crackling with unspoken words.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice softer now.

“I am,” I said, my heart racing. “I want to be with you, Sylus.”

“Then let’s get to work.” His lips curved into a smirk, the darkness returning to his eyes. “Welcome back, sweetie.”

『 🎞️ 』 This was a request but unfortunately I can't tag you 😥 So if you somehow came across my blog and the tags. This is for you~

『 🎞️ 』 Thank you for taking the time to read it dearies!~

[kuralace]

Fling or Destiny?

『 🎞️ 』 Y/n thinks their relationship is a fling — Gojo satoru thinks it's destiny. Fluff

｡⁠:ﾟSatoru Gojo x Reader ﾟ⁠:｡⁠

The sun was just beginning to set behind the ancient cherry blossom trees surrounding Jujutsu High, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. Y/n leaned against the wooden railing of the school’s observation deck, her eyes lost in the distance, where the horizon met the sprawling city. The air was thick with the sweet scent of blossoms, and she breathed it in deeply, momentarily forgetting the world of curses and sorcery that surrounded her.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” a voice interrupted her reverie. It was Gojo Satoru, the enigmatic teacher whose presence seemed to crackle with energy. He stood beside her, his trademark blindfold slipping ever so slightly, revealing a glimpse of those striking blue eyes.

“Yeah,” Y/n replied, shifting her gaze towards him. “It’s peaceful. Hard to believe we’re in the middle of a war zone most days.”

Satoru chuckled, the sound warm and infectious. “You know what they say—no peace without a little chaos. Besides, I think you’re the one who brings the calm.”

Y/n smirked, crossing her arms. “I’m not sure I’d label myself as calm, especially not when I’m dealing with students who can barely control their powers.”

“True, but you handle it well.” He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “They actually listen to you. That’s a rare talent.”

“Or maybe they’re just terrified of what I’ll do if they don’t.” She quirked an eyebrow, trying to keep the mood light, but Satoru’s gaze held something deeper—a spark that made her heart race in a way that both thrilled and terrified her.

“Maybe,” he mused, his tone growing serious. “But it’s more than that. You have a way of connecting with them. You care.”

Y/n felt her cheeks heat up, the compliment disarming her. “I—just do my job, Satoru. Nothing more.”

“Ah, but it’s more than that. You know it, I know it.” He gestured towards the horizon. “This place needs people like you.”

She turned back to the view, trying to hide the smile that danced on her lips. “You make it sound like I’m some kind of hero.”

“Maybe you are.” He stepped back, his posture relaxed but his eyes intense. “And maybe I’m just the guy who’s lucky enough to be around when you’re saving the day.”

“Lucky?” She couldn’t help but laugh, the sound echoing softly against the wooden beams. “You’re the strongest sorcerer in the world. I think you’re the one who’s supposed to be saving everyone.”

“Sure, but saving people is easier when I have someone worth saving by my side.” He looked at her, and for a moment, the world around them faded away.

As the last rays of sunlight dipped below the horizon, Y/n felt a swell of emotions she struggled to contain. “Satoru, this is just…” She hesitated, words failing her as she searched for the right way to express what she felt. “This is just a fling, right?”

His expression shifted, a flicker of disbelief crossing his features. “A fling? You think that’s all this is?”

“I mean, you’re…you. And I’m just me.” She shrugged, trying to keep her tone light even as her heart raced. “You’re destined for great things. I’m just here until the next battle.”

“Y/n.” He said her name like a prayer, stepping closer again. “It’s not just a fling to me. I don’t believe in coincidences. I believe in fate.”

She looked up at him, the weight of his words hanging in the air. “Fate? Satoru, we live in a world where curses can take everything from us in an instant. How can you be so sure?”

“Because I feel it.” He ran a hand through his white hair, exuding a confidence that made her heart ache. “You’re not just another person to me. You’re special.”

“Special?” she echoed, her voice soft. “You don’t even know me.”

“I know enough.” He stepped even closer, their faces inches apart, the tension between them thick and palpable. “I know that whenever I’m around you, I’m happier. I’m stronger. You’re a part of my life that I can’t imagine losing.”

Y/n swallowed hard, the fight between her heart and mind intensifying. “But what if this is just a distraction for you? What if you’re just drawn to the idea of love in a world so dark?”

Satoru’s eyes narrowed, his voice deepening. “And what if I’m drawn to you because you’re worth it? Because I see a future where we don’t have to fight alone?”

“Stop.” Her heart pounded in her chest, the weight of his gaze making her dizzy. “You’re making this so much more complicated.”

“Maybe it’s supposed to be complicated.” He reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch sending shivers down her spine. “Maybe that’s what makes it real.”

Y/n stepped back, breaking the electric connection. “I can’t do this, Satoru. Not now. Not when our lives are on the line.”

“Are you really going to throw this away?” He sounded almost hurt, an expression she rarely saw on his face. “We could be something great.”

“Or we could end up as another casualty in this war.” She shook her head, forcing her feelings down. “I can’t afford to lose anyone else.”

“Y/n, we’re stronger together. You know that.” His voice was steady, a plea she couldn’t ignore.

The air crackled with tension, their unspoken feelings hanging like a storm cloud above them. “I need time,” she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Fine.” He took a step back, the distance feeling like a chasm. “But don’t take too long. I won’t wait forever.”

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving Y/n alone with the fading light, her heart heavy with unsaid words.

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Days turned into weeks, and the battles against curses grew fiercer. She found herself buried in her work, pouring her energy into her students, trying to ignore the ache in her chest where Satoru’s presence used to be. But every time he passed her in the halls, every time their eyes met, the spark between them ignited anew, leaving her grappling with emotions she couldn’t suppress.

“Y/n!” It was Megumi, one of her students, pulling her from her thoughts. “Are you okay? You seem…off.”

“Yeah, just a lot on my mind,” she replied, forcing a smile.

“Is it about Sensei Gojo?” He crossed his arms, his expression serious. “Because he’s been acting weird too. Like he’s lost something.”

“Maybe he has,” she muttered, a hint of bitterness creeping into her voice. “Maybe I’m just not what he thought.”

“Are you kidding?” Megumi rolled his eyes. “He’s crazy about you. I’ve seen how he looks at you.”

“Looks can be deceiving, Megumi.” Y/n sighed, feeling the weight of her decision. “Besides, he’s destined for greatness. I’m just…me.”

“Y/n, you’re so much more than just ‘you.’ You care about us. You make a difference.” Megumi’s voice was firm. “And I think you can make a difference for him too.”

“Don’t you think I’m the one who needs to make a difference in my own life first?” she shot back, frustration bubbling up.

“Just talk to him!” he insisted, stepping closer. “You can’t keep running away from this.”

“Running away?” The words stung. “I’m not running away. I’m just trying to protect myself.”

“And what about him?” Megumi challenged, his gaze unwavering. “What about what he wants?”

Silence fell between them, the air thick with unspoken truths. Y/n turned away, the cherry blossoms swirling in the wind outside, their petals falling like forgotten dreams.

“I’ll think about it,” she said finally, not wanting to meet the intensity of his gaze.

That night, she lay in bed staring at the ceiling, the shadows dancing with the flickering light of the city outside. Satoru’s words echoed in her mind, haunting her. “You’re special.”

What if he was right? What if she was meant to be more than just a teacher, more than just a fleeting moment in his life?

“Ugh!” She groaned, burying her face in her pillow. “Why is this so complicated?”

The next day, she found herself in the training yard, watching her students go through drills. The sun was high, the atmosphere buzzing with energy, but all she could think about was Satoru.

“Sensei!” One of the students called out, breaking her focus. “Can you show us that technique again?”

“Sure,” she replied, forcing a smile as she stepped onto the training mat. “Let’s begin.”

As she demonstrated, her movements were fluid, precise, but her mind was elsewhere. Each time she glanced toward the entrance, it was as if her heart leapt in anticipation.

Then he appeared—Satoru, standing tall and confident, sunglasses perched on his nose, blindfold wrapped securely around his head. The moment their eyes met, the world around them faded, the noise of training muffled as if they were the only two people in existence.

“Hey,” he said casually, though his eyes betrayed a deeper emotion.

“Hey,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

The students continued to train, but the air crackled with tension, the unspoken words hanging heavy between them.

“Can we talk?” he asked, the casual facade slipping away.

Y/n nodded, her heart racing as she led him to a quieter corner of the yard. “What’s on your mind?”

“You,” he said simply, his gaze unwavering. “I’ve been thinking about what you said. About needing time.”

“And?” She crossed her arms, defensive yet vulnerable.

“I want you to know that I’m not going anywhere,” he replied, his voice steady. “You’re worth the wait.”

“Even if I’m not sure about this? Even if I’m scared?” she challenged, her voice trembling.

“Especially then,” he insisted. “I don’t want you to feel pressured. I want you to choose this, to choose me when you’re ready.”

“What if I never feel ready?” she whispered, her heart pounding in her chest.

“Then we’ll figure it out together.” He took a step closer, the warmth of his presence enveloping her. “But I won’t stop fighting for you.”

Y/n swallowed hard, the tension between them palpable. “You really believe in this, don’t you?”

“More than anything,” he replied, his blue eyes shining with sincerity. “I believe in us.”

She took a deep breath, her heart racing as she processed his words. “What if we fail?”

“Then we fail together,” he said firmly. “And we get back up again, because that’s what we do. We fight.”

Tears pricked at her eyes, the weight of his conviction crashing over her like a wave. “You make it sound so simple.”

“Because it can be.” He reached out, brushing her arm lightly. “Y/n, you don’t have to carry this alone. You never have to.”

The world around them faded, the noise of the training yard dimming as she stepped closer to him. “Okay, then. Let’s try.”

A smile broke across his face, a mix of relief and joy dancing in his eyes. “You won’t regret it. I promise.”

“I hope not,” she replied, a smile tugging at her lips. “But if I do, you’re going to owe me a lot of ice cream.”

“Deal.” He grinned, the tension between them dissipating, replaced by a warmth that felt like home.

With a newfound sense of determination, Y/n took his hand, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, together.

For the first time, she felt hope in the darkness, and as they stood side by side, she realized that maybe, just maybe, their destinies were intertwined.

『 🎞️ 』 Two fics in a row? 👀 Finally getting the energy to make fics !! 🤞🏻

『 🎞️ 』 Thank you for taking your time to read this, Dearies!~

[kuralace]

Pov: Late night rides.

Weirdo: Hey, come outside.

Y/N: HUH 🧍🏻‍♀️

Weirdo: what?

Y/N: I'm studying 😨😨

Weirdo: and?

Y/N: Gosh, FINE 🤬🤬

What the hell is he thinking!? Why is he parked in the middle of my porch! It's midnight for fucks sake!

You grabbed your coat on the hanging rack, closing the door behind you. You caught sight of your boyfriend, with his motorcycle. " What are you thinking, it's midnight? " You said, giving him a glare. His lips curled upward as he leaned back, giving you the helmet in which you took in your hands and placed it on your head. " To distract you, of course. You've been studying non stop right? " He said as he started the engines in which you sat on the back seat. " Hold my waist, you'll fall" He said, looking at you through the side mirror. " What if I don't want to- " He smirked as he suddenly started the engine. Making you hold onto his waist by instincts. " Pftt " He chuckled as he kept riding the motorcycle around the city. " I hate you so damn much. " He kept chuckling as he sped up. " I love you too, sweetheart. " He scorned as he earned a tsk from you. The wind was hitting your skin through the whole ride. The breeze felt good against your skin as you admired how the city looked, at night. It was peaceful. Not noisy and just what you wanted, you leaned your head on his back. " Hey, you're not falling asleep. Are you? " He said, out of curiosity. " Of course not, you dumbass " He laughed as he parked the motorcycle on the side of the beach. Getting off of it. " What are we doing here? " He looked at you and leaned on the motorcycle while you stayed sitting. He placed a hand on your thigh and gently caressed it. " Just enjoy the view, sweetheart. " He said, you nod as you leaned on his shoulder. Enjoying the intimate moment you two have going on.

[kuralace]

" Take me back to the night we met, when the night was full of terror. And your eyes was filled with tears. "

『 🎞️ 』 Final part of the " When I was yours " !! Flashback

Contains: Angst, semi-fluff, harassment, bullied reader, cheating.

You walked around the dark but calm, peaceful park. The night was still young, yet you could've sworn you heard russling near the bushes. Nervous, you started walking faster. Suddenly, someone stopped you. Your sworn enemy from school, they didn't like you that much. They call you profanities every now and then. Still, you were shocked that your beloved ex boyfriend was standing there. With them. You were beyond uncomfortable and wanted to scream for help, before you could. They grasped your hair and pulled it, covering your mouth. You trashed around. Screams and cries muffled by the cloth they placed on your mouth, face stained with tears.

Not until your sight grew dim, only catching a glimpse of a blonde hair holding your body close. Until you passed out. You woke up the next day on the infirmary, followed by the blonde male who's sitting next to you. You sat upright suddenly, before you felt your body ache. The blonde only chuckled before clearing his throat.

" I found you near the park, you were passed out. And you don't need to worry about those assholes, I took care of them already. " He spoke slowly but softly, before looking in your eyes; your gaze softens. " Thank you, for helping me " You said softly, giving him a soft, gentle smile.

The next day, you saw him walking around. Patrolling, you assumed. You gleefully follow him as you gently pat his back. " Hi! " Your voice echoing in his ears, despite wearing headphones. He didn't know what to say back so he continued walking. But he didn't seem to notice how his ears were red. You only chuckled. And from then on. You both started hanging out often, from going to the park together, going to the mall, the shops and the restaurants. Even ended up with him accompanying you to school and before you go home.

One day, you accepted the fact that you were starting to like him, the way your eyes always soften around him. The way you always catch yourself admiring him. He was the person you have always wanted. You took the courage to confess to him the next day.

" Kaji, I deeply like you! Ever since you saved me from those people. You were always there for me, and.. and.. " You stuttered when you catch a glimpse of him smiling a little to himself. " I like you too, Moron. Your clinginess grew on me.. I suppose- " He didn't even get to finish his sentence before you gave him a deep, passionate kiss. Wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands sneaked their way to your waist. That night, was the best night you could've asked for. Your mornings, afternoons and evenings were the best. With him.

Right, we can't go back to that anymore...

Kaji: I'm sorry.

Kaji: Let's talk about this, please.

As your eyes landed on that message, you had no choice. You wanted to talk about this for a while. You still can't accept the fact that he.. he.. You brushed the thought and closed your eyes.

You woke up, it was still evening. The night was still young, as your mind goes right through that specific message. You hesitated but..

Y/N: Fine.

Read

You got up and got ready, and you both ended up in the park. The exact park you both met, a year ago. You haven't had the courage to face him, but it was time. You both talked it out, your heart ached. You couldn't just.. forgive him like that. Tears streamed down your face, your relationship.. ended just like that?

" ...If this didn't happen would we still- " You said, your lips quivering at the thought. Minutes of silence passed by before he spoke. " I'm sorry " he said before he parted ways, until his shadow was no longer seen. You curled your knees as you cried out.

『 🎞️ 』 Hello, dearies~ I am finally done! Should I keep up with the angst? Or fluff next? Who knows~ Well, Thank you so much for reading!

『🎞️』

[kuralace]

『🎞️』

Windbreaker (Manhwa and Anime)

Lookism

Naruto

Black clover

Demon slayer

Mashle

Dragon ball

Bleach

Haikyuu

Blue lock

Free!

Yuri on ice

Kuroko no basket

Slam dunk

Pokemon

Kaiju no 8

Tokyo revengers

Hunter x Hunter

Bungo stray dogs

Jujutsu Kaisen

Saiki K

Chainsaw man

『 Games💃🏻 』

Obey me

Ikemen prince

Ikemen villain

Ikemen sengoku

Ikemen vampire

Love and deep space

Genshin impact

[kuralace]

Good eve/morning/aftie, My Dearies~

『🎞️』 Literally just made this post just to say that I'm so tired for no reason, I AM absolutely bombarded with activities at school bye.

Lowkey going to finish my masterlists, characters, and fandom shenanigans

That's it bye !!

[canines-alter-creation]

hii !! could we have a (lvl 2) coquette/pink themed hypersexual alter please ?? thank you !!

also we wanna claim 🎀 as our sign off !!

- 🎀 anon

We+ loved this one! It reminded Me+ a lot of a particular alter in the main system, so I+ took a little inspo! Nothing too serious! I+ hope you like it!

Please keep in mind not all alters based off of packs will turn out exactly as expected, but We+ hope that they are at least helpful!

> Name(s): Dove, Dovette, Angel, Lovey, Love, Laurel, Dovey, Sparrow, Darling, Doll, Goldie, Ophelia, Annemarie, Annette, Amore, Aphrodite

> Pronoun(s): she/love/slut/bimbo/heart/adore/cute/cherry/pie/sweet/pink/bubblegum/bubble/bun/fluff/paw/kit/cute/squish/🩷/💝/💖/💕

> Age: 16-25 ageslides

> Gender: cutehoarder, prettygirllexic, lacefemic, amoncitte, kuralace, lovirium, strawbofeamic, cardiomelodique, prettygender, loverlexic, flowercute, lovebodiement, lovegender, bunnycoric, pinkspaceic

> Sexuality: hyperrose & hypersex but panromantic and ace or sex repulsed

> Role: trauma holder, trauma processor

> Source: alterblogic / brainmade

> Faceclaims:

> Sign-offs: 🩷,💕,🎀,🫧,🧸, 🪽

> Song theme:

> Front triggers:

+ The Labyrinth (the movie), French music, florals,

/ cute things, cute outfits

- the body feeling scared or in danger, being sexualized, men typically, men yelling or being loud

> Likes/dislikes:

+ pink, cute things, soft things, cutesy animals, comfort and safety, cute clothes, opposite aesthetics, French music or themes, being adored

- being sexualized, scary things, aggressive people, loud noises